Backseat

His yearning passion filled the backseat.
The flame flickered wildly,
They both felt the heat
When the tender bloom peaked
It’s head through the soil at the base of their feet.
The tender affection had grown to obsession,
Their relationship simply perfection.
They cherish the moments they created together
And ignore the scorn they felt grow for each other.
His inner soul urged.
“Bamboozle all oppositions”
He knew better than to attempt to listen to intuition.
The struggle in his inner soul— his lack of compassion—
Washed away the foundation of their makeshift relationship.
A handful of abomination seeped out his fingers.
The ghost of who they were would indefinitely linger.

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A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer to you Ira. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. Hoping you find even more inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. Thank you for sharing your writing with us. Love, Carol